I think you could adequately describe me as a coffee junkie. There was a point, not so long ago, when I would spend way to much money on the perfect cup of coffee. Now, I don’t even grind my own beans. I drink the coffee PARENTS drink. That means, whatever is cheap, quiet and convenient… and opening a tin of pre-ground “coffee” is all of those things.
It might be time to make the transition to tea. Diana’s mom has been saying that all along.
GO GO MACH ROCKET SHEEP! 